Lyrics For Conejo's "Put The Weed Up" Song From His "Devil's Playground" Album.
Intro:
You Already Know What It's Like
When Motherfucker From West Side Harpys
Be On One
And You Know Me
I'm On That Psychopathic Shit
Shit I Got All Up In My Mind
Shit I Write Down
And I Thought I Come Out Here Tonight
And Share It With You
Havin' That I'm From The West Side
You From The West Side
We On The Same Page
You Dig
C-E-S
Verse 1 (48 Bars):
Put The Weed Up
The Flow Is G'd Up
And When Its Time To Get The Paper
C-O-N Got Re-Up
Take Flight
You Know I Kill On Sight
Ese Bounty On My Head
But I'm A Stay For The Fight
I Take Off
Like A Fighter Jet
And I Don't Give A Fuck
I'll Smoke All Your Vets
Hmmm
You Get Friendly With Cops
You Old Snitching Muthafuckers
I Get Vicious With Glocks
Ese Been On The Block
With The Chicos And Dukes
39 Tokers Town
Disappearing Them Fools
The Rag Is Blue
Ese I Thought You Knew
C-O-N Come Through
And You Catching The Blues
And I Could Name Several Streets
In The 213
Where You Would Shits Pants
Cause You A Punk Ass Flee
Young G
R-A Two B's
Muthafucker Smack Back
25 CC's
Got The Town Under Siege
On It's Fucken Knees
Took A Drag Off The Blunt
Homie Pass That Weed
Over Here
I'm In The Microphone Booth
Muthafucker Spit A Verse
That The Gangs Salute
F.B.I. - A.T.F
U.S. Marshall And Swat
Ese All Up In The Spot
Trying To Get That Rock
The Batter'ram
Caved In My Door
But I Was On The East
With A Flock Of Snow
Making Doe
You Know Them Streets Get Cold
I Got These Puerto Rican Hoes
Stripping For This Coke
The Homie Choked
Off The Chronic Bowl
52 Inch Plas.
PS3 I Zoned
Ese No
And I Ain't Gonna Fucken Stop
Ese I'm A Cook Glass
And Pump That Rock
Ain't Nobody In The Game
That Could Take My Spot
Cause Even If They Tried
They Ass Get Shot
And I'm A Keep It G
For The 213
Ese Unmarked Cars
Trying To Follow Me
Someones Working
With The Fucken Feds
Who Could It Be
That Would Betray The Gang
Until Then Muthafuckers
I Ain't Trusting Shit
Cause They Know We Got The Weapons
Used To Kill Them Pricks
They Wait Till 6
It Was A Hit And Miss
Cause I Fled In The Night
With My Gangster Bitch
Phone Taps
And The Area Maps
Knowing All The Spots
Were We Move That Crack
A.T.F.
Made A Move To Soon
Cause All They Fucken Found
Was A Empty Ass Room
And I'm The Fugitive
That They Want So Bad
Bitch Ass Rappers Try Do It
It Don't Work They Mad
Escalated
Out To Fucken Vegas
Before I'm On A Mission
Out To Smoke These Haters
Outro / Dialog: Gangster
Intro:
You Already Know What It's Like
When Motherfucker From West Side Harpys
Be On One
And You Know Me
I'm On That Psychopathic Shit
Shit I Got All Up In My Mind
Shit I Write Down
And I Thought I Come Out Here Tonight
And Share It With You
Havin' That I'm From The West Side
You From The West Side
We On The Same Page
You Dig
C-E-S
Verse 1 (48 Bars):
Put The Weed Up
The Flow Is G'd Up
And When Its Time To Get The Paper
C-O-N Got Re-Up
Take Flight
You Know I Kill On Sight
Ese Bounty On My Head
But I'm A Stay For The Fight
I Take Off
Like A Fighter Jet
And I Don't Give A Fuck
I'll Smoke All Your Vets
Hmmm
You Get Friendly With Cops
You Old Snitching Muthafuckers
I Get Vicious With Glocks
Ese Been On The Block
With The Chicos And Dukes
39 Tokers Town
Disappearing Them Fools
The Rag Is Blue
Ese I Thought You Knew
C-O-N Come Through
And You Catching The Blues
And I Could Name Several Streets
In The 213
Where You Would Shits Pants
Cause You A Punk Ass Flee
Young G
R-A Two B's
Muthafucker Smack Back
25 CC's
Got The Town Under Siege
On It's Fucken Knees
Took A Drag Off The Blunt
Homie Pass That Weed
Over Here
I'm In The Microphone Booth
Muthafucker Spit A Verse
That The Gangs Salute
F.B.I. - A.T.F
U.S. Marshall And Swat
Ese All Up In The Spot
Trying To Get That Rock
The Batter'ram
Caved In My Door
But I Was On The East
With A Flock Of Snow
Making Doe
You Know Them Streets Get Cold
I Got These Puerto Rican Hoes
Stripping For This Coke
The Homie Choked
Off The Chronic Bowl
52 Inch Plas.
PS3 I Zoned
Ese No
And I Ain't Gonna Fucken Stop
Ese I'm A Cook Glass
And Pump That Rock
Ain't Nobody In The Game
That Could Take My Spot
Cause Even If They Tried
They Ass Get Shot
And I'm A Keep It G
For The 213
Ese Unmarked Cars
Trying To Follow Me
Someones Working
With The Fucken Feds
Who Could It Be
That Would Betray The Gang
Until Then Muthafuckers
I Ain't Trusting Shit
Cause They Know We Got The Weapons
Used To Kill Them Pricks
They Wait Till 6
It Was A Hit And Miss
Cause I Fled In The Night
With My Gangster Bitch
Phone Taps
And The Area Maps
Knowing All The Spots
Were We Move That Crack
A.T.F.
Made A Move To Soon
Cause All They Fucken Found
Was A Empty Ass Room
And I'm The Fugitive
That They Want So Bad
Bitch Ass Rappers Try Do It
It Don't Work They Mad
Escalated
Out To Fucken Vegas
Before I'm On A Mission
Out To Smoke These Haters
Outro / Dialog: Gangster
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